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In the middle of the night in the forest, a cold wind was blowing. A beautiful looking man who looked like a green peacock but had a personality of an unpredictable Raksha said gently to his family member, "You still owe me one."

He held the end of the rope as if he were holding her life in his hands. The man in front of him was like the king of peacocks, he carried an indifferent fearlessness